Skum is foam

Hora is hour is whore

Pants are

trousers or knickers

or trash or rubbish

 

At what hour is the foam in the bin

the whore pant-less scum

 

I dream of the root-tree

once cuttings

from the same seed

 

intertwined with the wind

kvasir of the universe

danced and mingled

honey dripping

 

Lost

oh how lost

to each other

since